Chapter 642: Discussion About The Regaliance Kingdom
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~~~(POV: Cera Adamo)~~~
~~~(Location: Temple, The Underground City Of Maero, Desert, The Continent Of Alforza)~~~
~~~(Time: 10:04 AM)~~~
Sally and I take our seats, and everyone is starting to take their eyes off my halo. It seems that people with greater self-control aren't that affected by whatever effect my halo is having on them. I'm unsure how all this works, but I'll be doing further tests.
My eyes turn to the head of the table, and the person I see is something that Xilo has described to us before. They call her The Preist Mother. The religious leader of the Des'merta.
If she's here, then the meeting is serious. The silence in the room is palpable. Heavy, even. They're nervous about us being here. I can't only assume that they're afraid to ask for my help. It's plain enough to see that's why we're here. Why would so many powerful people gather like this?
It's not to have a simple conversation. Big plans are in motion, and they want me to be part of it. If it has something to do with The Regaliance Kingdom. I can see my working with them. There are a lot of slaves in Regaliance, and all of them could be liberated by us.
"I'm thankful everyone has decided to come today. The topic of this meeting is simple. To discuss a massive attack against Regaliance. That's why I've had Radueriel invited here today. Hopefully, you're interested in this too."
The Preist Mother finishes speaking. The same heavy silence from earlier returns, and I look around the room to gauge reactions. I can see warriors, magic users, and leaders. Everyone is here.
They're really dedicated to freeing the slaves trapped within Regaliance. Willing to risk so much to take down a mighty enemy. I can't help but feel a little sympathetic. There are very few ideas left in the world that everyone can get behind.
Destroying slavery is one of those things that comes close. While it's not quite there. After all, people are still practicing slavery.
"I think we need to open communications with the other cities as soon as possible. An attack, while we're strong, is important, and we shouldn't waste this golden opportunity since we have Radueriel's help."
My eyes drift to the man speaking, and he's on the younger side compared to the other people in this room. It's funny how he's assuming that I've already given my help. I haven't, not verbally. The more experienced people in the room are giving him dirty looks.
He looks a little confused, and someone close to him leans in and whispers in his ear. His eyes slowly widen, and his head spins in my direction. He stands up and immediately bows his head.
"Forgive my foolish assumption, Radueriel. I shouldn't have assumed that you were already helping us with this. My actions don't befall everyone here. Please, don't let my blunder of words and notions influence your decision."
A very long-winded apology if I've ever heard one. People's eyes fall on me one by one as I've yet to give a response. I lean back in my chair and take on a relaxed position. I'm not against helping them. But I don't want to do all the heavy lifting.
I think if they have an actual plan, and do not expect me to do everything. Then I can see myself helping. That's perfectly reasonable in my mind, and it should be in theirs.
"I'm not against helping with this... Endeavor. If I'm to help, it needs to be where I'm not doing all the work. Too many times have people relied on me to do everything. What's the point in helping you if you can't hold the victory once you have it."
There is a saying that goes with a situation like this. It's along the lines of... Easy to take the crown but hard to keep it.
That's how I see his playing out. If I do all the work and hand them Regaliance afterward. They'll lose it since they don't have the capabilities to defend what they've taken. Regaliance will rise from the ashes. They need the power to stop that.
And that power can't be mine.
"We are strong enough to hold Regaliance once we have it. There is no need to worry about that. We'd be attacking them even without your help. With you helping us, our odds of winning go up."
Now that all Des'merta are Players, they don't have to worry about casualties. I'm surprised they haven't started something akin to guerilla warfare.
Basically, limitless soldiers attacking and retreating after delivering blows to Regaliance. If one were to die, they'd just respawn. I can see the benefit of a complete win more than a guerilla war. Hence why they're taking this option over the other one I mentioned.
Sally straightens out in her chair and takes a breath. I know that she wants to help the slaves in Regaliance. Once being one herself makes her sensitive. Not as much as she once was, but she hasn't lost her soft spot for them.
"You said that Regaliance has numbers, technology, and magical advantages over the Des'merta. How the hell do you plan to make any sort of victory without heavily relying on us?"
Sally clearly remember what Xilo said on our way to Maero. I had the same question running through my mind as well. I'm proud that Sally stepped up and asked the question. Even though I was going to anyway. It shows she's not afraid of confrontation.
The people around the room look at each other. As if trying to come up with an answer to Sally's question. Then there is a devious smile that appears on Xilo's face.
"I'm sure you're familiar with The Last Levithan. Rahab will be helping us. He just doesn't know it. we've created a magical device that will draw him in. We're taking it to the capital of The Regaliance Kingdom."
That's actually not a bad plan, but one that can't be stopped relatively easily. They're also running the risk of being destroyed by Rahab after he learns he was manipulated by a magical device.
I know I'd be pretty ticked off if I learned such a thing happened. But I'm sure they've accounted for these risks, and are prepared for any eventual consequence.
"It seems like you've got some good ideas. Keep talking, and if it sounds promising. I'll help with your plans."
My words seem to give a newfound confidence to the people in the room. Time to listen to the ideas of people preparing to wage a large-scale war. Even with Rahab, there will still be great battles. Destroying a capital city doesn't mean victory.
~~~(POV: Saliandra Orvello)~~~
~~~(Location: Temple, The Underground City Of Maero, Desert, The Continent Of Alforza)~~~
~~~(Time: 11:45 AM)~~~
I follow Cera out of the meeting room, and we walk toward the exit of the temple. The Des'merta have some pretty good plans and are ready for this war. I'm happy that Cera agreed to help. I didn't want to say it in there.
But I would've helped them even if Cera didn't want to. I've learned that it's okay that I do things that Cera doesn't want to do. It doesn't change our relationship.
"How do you think this war will go?"
My question may sound simple. But war never is. Cera remains silent, and I see the thinking expression he has on his features. I'm concerned that he'll sink into this as he has with the Radueriel identity.
"There will always be destruction, death, and sadness in war. That's something that'll never change. What I'm worried about is Rahab. When he finds out he was manipulated, I can only imagine his wrath. The Des'merta might be destroyed."
Cera is under the impression that certain beings can stop a Player from respawning. Divine entities. He's worried that Rahab might have the same power.
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A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.
[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.240][Tier-4]
[Exp: 45/100%]
[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)]
[Stats] [Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 8240][Focus - 19,660]
[Mana aura control: 6/100%]
[Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000] [Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000]
[Stat Points: 470] [Armor rating: 500]
[Inventory] [Dice of Wayland (Divine)] [The Witness (Legendary Sword)] [Fenrir's Whistle (Divine)] [Camping gear] [Fishing poles 2x] [Festival Garbs 2x] [4x EXP Boosts] [Princess Saliandra's Panties (Black Lace)] [Desert Warrior Nomad Set (Rare)]
[Passive Perks]
[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]
[Active Skills]
[Heaven's light Lvl.74 325/7400] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.74 225/7400] [Slash Lvl.92 4600/21000] [Parry Lvl.68 85/6800] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controlled Fun] [Angelic Teleportation (Divine)]
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~~~(POV: Cera Adamo)~~~
~~~(Location: Temple, The Underground City Of Maero, Desert, The Continent Of Alforza)~~~
~~~(Time: 10:04 AM)~~~
Sally and I take our seats, and everyone is starting to take their eyes off my halo. It seems that people with greater self-control aren't that affected by whatever effect my halo is having on them. I'm unsure how all this works, but I'll be doing further tests.
My eyes turn to the head of the table, and the person I see is something that Xilo has described to us before. They call her The Preist Mother. The religious leader of the Des'merta.
If she's here, then the meeting is serious. The silence in the room is palpable. Heavy, even. They're nervous about us being here. I can't only assume that they're afraid to ask for my help. It's plain enough to see that's why we're here. Why would so many powerful people gather like this?
It's not to have a simple conversation. Big plans are in motion, and they want me to be part of it. If it has something to do with The Regaliance Kingdom. I can see my working with them. There are a lot of slaves in Regaliance, and all of them could be liberated by us.
"I'm thankful everyone has decided to come today. The topic of this meeting is simple. To discuss a massive attack against Regaliance. That's why I've had Radueriel invited here today. Hopefully, you're interested in this too."
The Preist Mother finishes speaking. The same heavy silence from earlier returns, and I look around the room to gauge reactions. I can see warriors, magic users, and leaders. Everyone is here.
They're really dedicated to freeing the slaves trapped within Regaliance. Willing to risk so much to take down a mighty enemy. I can't help but feel a little sympathetic. There are very few ideas left in the world that everyone can get behind.
Destroying slavery is one of those things that comes close. While it's not quite there. After all, people are still practicing slavery.
"I think we need to open communications with the other cities as soon as possible. An attack, while we're strong, is important, and we shouldn't waste this golden opportunity since we have Radueriel's help."
My eyes drift to the man speaking, and he's on the younger side compared to the other people in this room. It's funny how he's assuming that I've already given my help. I haven't, not verbally. The more experienced people in the room are giving him dirty looks.
He looks a little confused, and someone close to him leans in and whispers in his ear. His eyes slowly widen, and his head spins in my direction. He stands up and immediately bows his head.
"Forgive my foolish assumption, Radueriel. I shouldn't have assumed that you were already helping us with this. My actions don't befall everyone here. Please, don't let my blunder of words and notions influence your decision."
A very long-winded apology if I've ever heard one. People's eyes fall on me one by one as I've yet to give a response. I lean back in my chair and take on a relaxed position. I'm not against helping them. But I don't want to do all the heavy lifting.
I think if they have an actual plan, and do not expect me to do everything. Then I can see myself helping. That's perfectly reasonable in my mind, and it should be in theirs.
"I'm not against helping with this... Endeavor. If I'm to help, it needs to be where I'm not doing all the work. Too many times have people relied on me to do everything. What's the point in helping you if you can't hold the victory once you have it."
There is a saying that goes with a situation like this. It's along the lines of... Easy to take the crown but hard to keep it.
That's how I see his playing out. If I do all the work and hand them Regaliance afterward. They'll lose it since they don't have the capabilities to defend what they've taken. Regaliance will rise from the ashes. They need the power to stop that.
And that power can't be mine.
"We are strong enough to hold Regaliance once we have it. There is no need to worry about that. We'd be attacking them even without your help. With you helping us, our odds of winning go up."
Now that all Des'merta are Players, they don't have to worry about casualties. I'm surprised they haven't started something akin to guerilla warfare.
Basically, limitless soldiers attacking and retreating after delivering blows to Regaliance. If one were to die, they'd just respawn. I can see the benefit of a complete win more than a guerilla war. Hence why they're taking this option over the other one I mentioned.
Sally straightens out in her chair and takes a breath. I know that she wants to help the slaves in Regaliance. Once being one herself makes her sensitive. Not as much as she once was, but she hasn't lost her soft spot for them.
"You said that Regaliance has numbers, technology, and magical advantages over the Des'merta. How the hell do you plan to make any sort of victory without heavily relying on us?"
Sally clearly remember what Xilo said on our way to Maero. I had the same question running through my mind as well. I'm proud that Sally stepped up and asked the question. Even though I was going to anyway. It shows she's not afraid of confrontation.
The people around the room look at each other. As if trying to come up with an answer to Sally's question. Then there is a devious smile that appears on Xilo's face.
"I'm sure you're familiar with The Last Levithan. Rahab will be helping us. He just doesn't know it. we've created a magical device that will draw him in. We're taking it to the capital of The Regaliance Kingdom."
That's actually not a bad plan, but one that can't be stopped relatively easily. They're also running the risk of being destroyed by Rahab after he learns he was manipulated by a magical device.
I know I'd be pretty ticked off if I learned such a thing happened. But I'm sure they've accounted for these risks, and are prepared for any eventual consequence.
"It seems like you've got some good ideas. Keep talking, and if it sounds promising. I'll help with your plans."
My words seem to give a newfound confidence to the people in the room. Time to listen to the ideas of people preparing to wage a large-scale war. Even with Rahab, there will still be great battles. Destroying a capital city doesn't mean victory.
~~~(POV: Saliandra Orvello)~~~
~~~(Location: Temple, The Underground City Of Maero, Desert, The Continent Of Alforza)~~~
~~~(Time: 11:45 AM)~~~
I follow Cera out of the meeting room, and we walk toward the exit of the temple. The Des'merta have some pretty good plans and are ready for this war. I'm happy that Cera agreed to help. I didn't want to say it in there.
But I would've helped them even if Cera didn't want to. I've learned that it's okay that I do things that Cera doesn't want to do. It doesn't change our relationship.
"How do you think this war will go?"
My question may sound simple. But war never is. Cera remains silent, and I see the thinking expression he has on his features. I'm concerned that he'll sink into this as he has with the Radueriel identity.
"There will always be destruction, death, and sadness in war. That's something that'll never change. What I'm worried about is Rahab. When he finds out he was manipulated, I can only imagine his wrath. The Des'merta might be destroyed."
Cera is under the impression that certain beings can stop a Player from respawning. Divine entities. He's worried that Rahab might have the same power.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.
[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.240][Tier-4]
[Exp: 45/100%]
[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)]
[Stats] [Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 8240][Focus - 19,660]
[Mana aura control: 6/100%]
[Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000] [Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000]
[Stat Points: 470] [Armor rating: 500]
[Inventory] [Dice of Wayland (Divine)] [The Witness (Legendary Sword)] [Fenrir's Whistle (Divine)] [Camping gear] [Fishing poles 2x] [Festival Garbs 2x] [4x EXP Boosts] [Princess Saliandra's Panties (Black Lace)] [Desert Warrior Nomad Set (Rare)]
[Passive Perks]
[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]
[Active Skills]
[Heaven's light Lvl.74 325/7400] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.74 225/7400] [Slash Lvl.92 4600/21000] [Parry Lvl.68 85/6800] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controlled Fun] [Angelic Teleportation (Divine)]
I have a p-a-t-r-e-o-n with exclusive stories on it! I hope you guys will give it a chance. The link is https://www.p-a-t-r-e-o-n.com/easyread. Remove the dashes. Webnovel censors the word.~~~POV: Cera Adamo~~~~~~Location: Temple, The Underground City Of Maero, Desert, The Continent Of Alforza~~~~~~Time: 10:04 AM~~~Sally and I take our seats, and everyone is starting to take their eyes off my halo. It seems that people with greater self-control aren't that affected by whatever effect my halo is having on them. I'm unsure how all this works, but I'll be doing further tests.My eyes turn to the head of the table, and the person I see is something that Xilo has described to us before. They call her The Preist Mother. The religious leader of the Des'merta.If she's here, then the meeting is serious. The silence in the room is palpable. Heavy, even. They're nervous about us being here. I can't only assume that they're afraid to ask for my help. It's plain enough to see that's why we're here. Why would so many powerful people gather like this?It's not to have a simple conversation. Big plans are in motion, and they want me to be part of it. If it has something to do with The Regaliance Kingdom. I can see my working with them. There are a lot of slaves in Regaliance, and all of them could be liberated by us."I'm thankful everyone has decided to come today. The topic of this meeting is simple. To discuss a massive attack against Regaliance. That's why I've had Radueriel invited here today. Hopefully, you're interested in this too."The Preist Mother finishes speaking. The same heavy silence from earlier returns, and I look around the room to gauge reactions. I can see warriors, magic users, and leaders. Everyone is here.They're really dedicated to freeing the slaves trapped within Regaliance. Willing to risk so much to take down a mighty enemy. I can't help but feel a little sympathetic. There are very few ideas left in the world that everyone can get behind.Destroying slavery is one of those things that comes close. While it's not quite there. After all, people are still practicing slavery."I think we need to open communications with the other cities as soon as possible. An attack, while we're strong, is important, and we shouldn't waste this golden opportunity since we have Radueriel's help."My eyes drift to the man speaking, and he's on the younger side compared to the other people in this room. It's funny how he's assuming that I've already given my help. I haven't, not verbally. The more experienced people in the room are giving him dirty looks.He looks a little confused, and someone close to him leans in and whispers in his ear. His eyes slowly widen, and his head spins in my direction. He stands up and immediately bows his head."Forgive my foolish assumption, Radueriel. I shouldn't have assumed that you were already helping us with this. My actions don't befall everyone here. Please, don't let my blunder of words and notions influence your decision."A very long-winded apology if I've ever heard one. People's eyes fall on me one by one as I've yet to give a response. I lean back in my chair and take on a relaxed position. I'm not against helping them. But I don't want to do all the heavy lifting.I think if they have an actual plan, and do not expect me to do everything. Then I can see myself helping. That's perfectly reasonable in my mind, and it should be in theirs."I'm not against helping with this... Endeavor. If I'm to help, it needs to be where I'm not doing all the work. Too many times have people relied on me to do everything. What's the point in helping you if you can't hold the victory once you have it."There is a saying that goes with a situation like this. It's along the lines of... Easy to take the crown but hard to keep it.That's how I see his playing out. If I do all the work and hand them Regaliance afterward. They'll lose it since they don't have the capabilities to defend what they've taken. Regaliance will rise from the ashes. They need the power to stop that.And that power can't be mine."We are strong enough to hold Regaliance once we have it. There is no need to worry about that. We'd be attacking them even without your help. With you helping us, our odds of winning go up." Now that all Des'merta are Players, they don't have to worry about casualties. I'm surprised they haven't started something akin to guerilla warfare.Basically, limitless soldiers attacking and retreating after delivering blows to Regaliance. If one were to die, they'd just respawn. I can see the benefit of a complete win more than a guerilla war. Hence why they're taking this option over the other one I mentioned.Sally straightens out in her chair and takes a breath. I know that she wants to help the slaves in Regaliance. Once being one herself makes her sensitive. Not as much as she once was, but she hasn't lost her soft spot for them."You said that Regaliance has numbers, technology, and magical advantages over the Des'merta. How the hell do you plan to make any sort of victory without heavily relying on us?"Sally clearly remember what Xilo said on our way to Maero. I had the same question running through my mind as well. I'm proud that Sally stepped up and asked the question. Even though I was going to anyway. It shows she's not afraid of confrontation.The people around the room look at each other. As if trying to come up with an answer to Sally's question. Then there is a devious smile that appears on Xilo's face. "I'm sure you're familiar with The Last Levithan. Rahab will be helping us. He just doesn't know it. we've created a magical device that will draw him in. We're taking it to the capital of The Regaliance Kingdom."That's actually not a bad plan, but one that can't be stopped relatively easily. They're also running the risk of being destroyed by Rahab after he learns he was manipulated by a magical device.I know I'd be pretty ticked off if I learned such a thing happened. But I'm sure they've accounted for these risks, and are prepared for any eventual consequence."It seems like you've got some good ideas. Keep talking, and if it sounds promising. I'll help with your plans."My words seem to give a newfound confidence to the people in the room. Time to listen to the ideas of people preparing to wage a large-scale war. Even with Rahab, there will still be great battles. Destroying a capital city doesn't mean victory.~~~POV: Saliandra Orvello~~~~~~Location: Temple, The Underground City Of Maero, Desert, The Continent Of Alforza~~~~~~Time: 11:45 AM~~~I follow Cera out of the meeting room, and we walk toward the exit of the temple. The Des'merta have some pretty good plans and are ready for this war. I'm happy that Cera agreed to help. I didn't want to say it in there.But I would've helped them even if Cera didn't want to. I've learned that it's okay that I do things that Cera doesn't want to do. It doesn't change our relationship."How do you think this war will go?"My question may sound simple. But war never is. Cera remains silent, and I see the thinking expression he has on his features. I'm concerned that he'll sink into this as he has with the Radueriel identity."There will always be destruction, death, and sadness in war. That's something that'll never change. What I'm worried about is Rahab. When he finds out he was manipulated, I can only imagine his wrath. The Des'merta might be destroyed."Cera is under the impression that certain beings can stop a Player from respawning. Divine entities. He's worried that Rahab might have the same power.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.Slayer Zern Lvl.240Tier-4Exp: 45/100%Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael HiddenStats Strength - 7095Endurance - 7045Dexterity - 7215Speed - 8240Focus - 19,660Mana aura control: 6/100%Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000 Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000Stat Points: 470 Armor rating: 500Inventory Dice of Wayland Divine The Witness Legendary Sword Fenrir's Whistle Divine Camping gear Fishing poles 2x Festival Garbs 2x 4x EXP Boosts Princess Saliandra's Panties Black Lace Desert Warrior Nomad Set RarePassive PerksInheritor of the Sword Son of Heaven Slayer of Evil Holy Willow Trees Savior Finder of Legends The Divine who has Legend Destined for Greatness Dungeon Diver An OverachieverActive SkillsHeaven's light Lvl.74 325/7400 Protected by Heaven Lvl.74 225/7400 Slash Lvl.92 4600/21000 Parry Lvl.68 85/6800 Double Strike N/A Kingslayer N/A Raging Machine N/A Winged Glory Angelic Flight Divine Pressure Exertion Divinity Pulse Controlled Fun Angelic Teleportation Divine
